SINCE MY CHILD bride broke her arm recently, life has taken some significant detours here at the Hacienda.
Some affect her more than me, and some affect me more than her, but everyone is affected. Perhaps the worst part is that she cannot go to the gym, something she’s done regularly for about 30 years.
This is driving her nuts.
Since her car has an automatic transmission, and her broken arm is the left one, and she’s right-handed, she can still drive, but she’s nervous about it, so she’s not driving. I am now the full-time chauffeur.
She cannot easily put cream cheese on her bagels in the morning or orange marmalade on her croissants. I do that for her.
Neither can she iron clothes, which she’s done since we got married. I am fully capable of ironing clothes, and I ironed clothes all the time during my previous marriage. Now I’m back to ironing clothes.
But I don’t do it as well as she does because the occasional wrinkle does not bother me. I’m more laid back about creases’ locations.
She still sweeps and mops, but not very well. Oh, well.
When she showers, I have to tape a plastic bag around her cast. She does remove it, however. We’re using lots of bags.
Which brings us to her hair, which is curly and very long. There’s not much she can do with it wielding one hand so I have been drafted. I am not good at it. Sometimes she looks goofy.
Her weekend pastry sales on the downtown plaza have been suspended, so she’s unemployed. I continue her benefits, however.
Today ends the first week of this new life. According to the doctor, it will continue for another three to five weeks. We’re praying for just three.
Neither of us had broken a bone before, and neither of us had lived with someone who’d broken a bone, so we’d never given it much thought.
It’s kind of a pain in the butt.